WORDCHASM

Bobatruscent was new…but, not really. Actually, every conversation gravitated back to some other place he’d lived.
“When I lived in Rhode Island, I knew this kid named Skinks. We’d come out the house and see ol Skinky outside poking his head through the fence and we’d chase him down the block. Always caught ‘im. We’d pistol [...]

A skinny kid in a green apron.
“What’s your social security, hun?”
“…My what? I’m sorry…”
Fran’s frizzy bleach blonde hair smelled like cigarettes. Heavy mascara added to the weight of her bagged eyes. Her gnarled coffee teeth jutted out slightly forming a wicked grin.
“Your social security card? There’s a number on it? You’ll need that to [...]